I Just Wanna Lay Around All Day In Bed With You
Monday rush, I'm 'sposed to skip
But I just found Sunday in yo' hips
Magic in the fingertips, and lips
Electric touch, solar kiss
Thoughts wrangled up, legs tangled up
Baby do this feel good angled up?
Cain't be expressed by a sangle fuck
Wanna gently caress it and bang it up
And yo' smile just seems so comfortable
Sho' wish this clock wasn't functional
'Sposed to be punctual and not keep the boss waitin
But the sheet's sweatin and the ceiling's pulsatin
Music from the birds and cars with beat
Stop pause repeat, the stars release
Y'know most of my time belongs to the boss
Baby hold on tight, this is ours at least
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
Givin head to you
"What time is it?"
Every sober mornin wit'chu is like we drunk at the Super 8
With laughin and plannin in between while we recuperate
We communicate with mouths fingers and hands
Cell phones with clocks, a thousand free minute plans
Lose me in your details, break my codes
'Til all the good breakfast spots is closed
Them rich folks gots to knows, it's 'bout controllin these minutes
They can party cause we work 'til our lower back goes
The world outside feels claustrophobic
Undercover of you is where my thoughts exploded
Now back to our ancient lost aerobics
And the study of how bodies maybe tossed and folded
'Sposed to get up for work and ride on through
But last week he paid me with a IOU
I got to work at 9, if he don't pay me by 5
I'ma burn the place down by 5: 02
Cause when we give 'em all of our ticks on the clock
They stack chips on the knot, we get pissed on a lot
We need a twist on the plot, but before we head to work
Scoot a little to the left, let me kiss on the spot
"When we come together, what time is it?"
"When we respect each other, what time is it?"
"When we got our self-confidence, what time is it?"
"What time is it?"
(Babe we gotta go)
I know baby, but you know it's hard to pull away from you
cause we go together like grits and cornbread
(You silly)
You know we stick together like peanut butter and jelly
(Let's go!)
We all over each other like white on rice
(Corny)
We be in bed together like Bush and Hussein
(WHAT?!)
I SAID, we be in bed together like George W. Bush and Saddam Hussein!
But I just found Sunday in yo' hips
Magic in the fingertips, and lips
Electric touch, solar kiss
Thoughts wrangled up, legs tangled up
Baby do this feel good angled up?
Cain't be expressed by a sangle fuck
Wanna gently caress it and bang it up
And yo' smile just seems so comfortable
Sho' wish this clock wasn't functional
'Sposed to be punctual and not keep the boss waitin
But the sheet's sweatin and the ceiling's pulsatin
Music from the birds and cars with beat
Stop pause repeat, the stars release
Y'know most of my time belongs to the boss
Baby hold on tight, this is ours at least
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
Givin head to you
"What time is it?"
Every sober mornin wit'chu is like we drunk at the Super 8
With laughin and plannin in between while we recuperate
We communicate with mouths fingers and hands
Cell phones with clocks, a thousand free minute plans
Lose me in your details, break my codes
'Til all the good breakfast spots is closed
Them rich folks gots to knows, it's 'bout controllin these minutes
They can party cause we work 'til our lower back goes
The world outside feels claustrophobic
Undercover of you is where my thoughts exploded
Now back to our ancient lost aerobics
And the study of how bodies maybe tossed and folded
'Sposed to get up for work and ride on through
But last week he paid me with a IOU
I got to work at 9, if he don't pay me by 5
I'ma burn the place down by 5: 02
Cause when we give 'em all of our ticks on the clock
They stack chips on the knot, we get pissed on a lot
We need a twist on the plot, but before we head to work
Scoot a little to the left, let me kiss on the spot
"When we come together, what time is it?"
"When we respect each other, what time is it?"
"When we got our self-confidence, what time is it?"
"What time is it?"
(Babe we gotta go)
I know baby, but you know it's hard to pull away from you
cause we go together like grits and cornbread
(You silly)
You know we stick together like peanut butter and jelly
(Let's go!)
We all over each other like white on rice
(Corny)
We be in bed together like Bush and Hussein
(WHAT?!)
I SAID, we be in bed together like George W. Bush and Saddam Hussein!
Credits
Writer(s): Boots Riley, Raymond Lawrence Riley
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